For evolutionaries, it becomes easy to lack passion in life at any time except in the wilderness.

However, even evolutionaries can't play their lives in the wilderness all the time, after all, there are still more normal people in this world, and there are too few tough guys like wandering demons - everyone will be tired, but the dog king will not.

Even if the evolutionary eats a meal, he always asks them to stare at one dish or several dishes to eat, and the evolutionary who likes the new and hates the old will soon become aesthetically tired, otherwise there will be no spicy A large number of people have taken Huang Dashan's class, making Lin Chou rub his first bite every time he comes out with a new dish, which is like a major festival.

These guys just lack passion and freshness, and they don't lack hearts.

Fortunately, they didn't dare to hit the red-spotted flying fish brought back by Leng Han, but instead boasted in a different way:

"Oh, this fish is as beautiful as a work of art."

"It's just that this little delicate appearance is too outrageous."

"I'm afraid it's not the most beautiful fish in the entire black sea, right?"

I'm afraid that the meaning behind my back is that we can't eat you, and Boss Lin doesn't want to eat, so let's put that "appreciation".

In short, this group of guys is very bad, and there is no good thing, which can be regarded as Yan Huishan's daily life in addition to urging new dishes.

Lin Chou was too lazy to pay attention to this group of guys, and gave Lao Zhao Xiao Zhao Leng Han new dishes such as eggplant, three mushrooms soaked in fish and egg dumplings, and Xiao Zhao ordered an additional order of meat swallow skin, which was not a problem for Lin Chou.

Lin Chou himself also likes things like dumpling skin and wonton skin, cooked in a pot of dumpling soup, even if there is only a little garlic and soy sauce mixed together, it feels more fragrant than eating dumplings...

Zhao Ziyu came to the spirit again at this time, muttering some very childish rebellious words, and indignantly said that the collapse of the middle road when he ran away from home this time was an accident, and he would definitely think carefully and make plans in the future to run towards freedom tomorrow.

Before he could say a few words, Leng Han and Lao Zhao grabbed one ear and hung it directly in the air...

Lao Zhao snorted coldly, took a few mouthfuls of egg dumplings, and secretly took out a beast skin scimitar-shaped wine naan from his arms, poured a few sips into his mouth, and exhaled a full mouthful of hot air comfortably.

"Hiccup, no wonder the cook of Lao Tzu's family wants to come here every day to steal the teacher like chicken blood, this egg dumpling is outrageous Nima!"

Bao Er, who had been silent for a long time, didn't know which nerve was wrong, and suddenly said,

"Then you have to be willing to add this level of raw materials to the kitchen, I smack the problem may not be in the cook's craftsmanship... Belch... You... You just didn't say no..."

"Well?" Lin Chou's nose is not a nose, and the eyes are not eyes, "Old man Zhao, you are too much, do you know freedom of speech, why are you still intimidating my employees?" ”

"Hmph."

"Childish!" Zhao Ziyu squinted at Old Man Zhao.

"Hmph."

In other words, Zhao Qingcang can be regarded as an exemplary operation of old children and children, and he refuses to admit that he is a naïve horse.

His old man could even quarrel with Zhao Ziyu for a whole day, and he didn't do anything else, and the two of them moved a small bench to sit in the shade of a tree and quarrel.

"There's a truce, lunch time, and tea time in between!" Zhao Ziyu added.

Zhao Qingcang's face was almost transparent,

"Sun thief! You're looking for death! ”

Zhao Ziyu immediately picked it up,

"Grandpa! You're hitting me? ”

Zhao Qingcang: I'm Nima!!

Lin Chou came out of the back kitchen with a large plate of things at this time.

"White chopped chicken, beautiful, the meat is cooked and the bones are not cooked, smell this aroma, speaking of which, these three-yellow chickens really deserve to have grown up eating the red-headed big centipede, and the quality is not good."

White chopped chicken, three dips and three mentions of water boiling, except for green onion and ginger, there is almost no seasoning, it can be regarded as one of the dishes that can best highlight the quality of chicken, and those who dare to serve it are all in the case of the boss's extreme confidence in the quality of the ingredients.

Not only that, some shops specializing in white chopped chicken, the chicken breast meat has to be taken out separately and flattened, and the wheat ear flowers are hit with a knife, which are specially placed on both sides of the wings, and the guests have eaten the chicken breast empty before enjoying the other parts, which can be seen.

Lin Chou pointed to a few small plates and said,

"This is green onion and ginger juice, this is garlic juice, this is fish sauce, this is paste, chili pepper, water celery and coriander, and there is a sesame oil dish over there."

Lao Zhao waved his hand,

"Give Lao Tzu the whole mountain pepper oil and add your devil's spicy ~"

Lin Chou glanced at Lao Zhao - why did this old man suddenly become brave?

When he came back, Lin Chou was holding two bowls, one large and one small, and Lao Zhao pointed to the big bowl and asked,

"Lin boy, you are secretly thinking about what good things to eat for yourself, and you don't pay tribute to Lao Tzu to look at it??"

Lin Chou was helpless, put down the edge of the bowl a little,

"You eat this stuff all the time?"

In fact, when he had just adjusted the mountain pepper oil, Lin Chou temporarily thought of a mouthful, so he mixed chicken blood with mountain pepper oil for a lifetime - given that this thing is completely unacceptable to most normal people, he didn't plan to say it, and was directly ready to "swallow it alone", who knew that he was still targeted by the shameless old man Zhao.

"Pig blood?"

"Chicken blood!"

"Hey, good thing, good thing, did the blood spots of the cockscomb go in?"

“... Nope."

Lin Chou was speechless.

In addition to being used to cure diseases and dance gods, the most serious use of the cockscomb blood thing is the cemetery mourning, right? Serious people who eat chicken comb blood!

"Then you have a soul mixed with chicken blood," Old Man Zhao shouted with a disappointed face, and his saliva was about to flow out, "Take it and bring it, Lao Tzu will help you taste and appreciate whether the craftsmanship of your little thing is authentic or not." ”

The so-called raw chicken blood, the most authentic method is nothing more than a little salt, when the chicken blood is half coagulated, cut into pieces, mixed with coriander, water celery, mint and other wild vegetables, with more than crushed peanuts or soybeans to enhance the fragrance, and then end with paste peppers, the entrance is spicy and fragrant plus fishy, wild nature straight to the top of the brain melon bones, but Lin Chou added fresh pepper sprouts and mountain pepper oil in addition.

Scoop up a spoonful, except for the gift seasoning and side dishes, the chicken blood tofu with a dark red appearance and scarlet inside is a whole raw product that has not been scalded at all, and almost everyone present has their eyebrows twisted up, and their expressions inside and out are full of resistance to Ru Mao's blood drinking.

Old man Zhao had a willing expression,

"Suck and slip~"

Even the action and sound of sucking are super ecstatic.

Zhao Ziyu is the closest person to Lao Zhao, and he is also the one who gives the least face.

"Gott~"

The little guy almost threw up and retched several times in succession.

"What kind of grudge, old man, is our old Zhao family bankrupt?"